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KING EDWARD VII's MEMORIAL
The King has passed, and passed his funeral meed
Of pageantry: the solemn, sullen bell,
Hushing the city with its muffled knell;
The Master's music, and the weird hill-screed
Of Scotland: now his People have decreed,
For sorrow of perpetual farewell,
Marmoreal remembrances, to tell
His long devotion to the nation's need.
Of pageantry: the solemn, sullen bell,
Hushing the city with its muffled knell;
The Master's music, and the weird hill-screed
Of Scotland: now his People have decreed,
For sorrow of perpetual farewell,
Marmoreal remembrances, to tell
His long devotion to the nation's need.
Only one monument can fitly shrine
His brave endeavour; and to us belong
The firm foundations of its great design,
The work for which he died: we do him wrong
Unless our hearts we steadfastly incline
To build on them an Empire wise and strong.
His brave endeavour; and to us belong
The firm foundations of its great design,
The work for which he died: we do him wrong
Unless our hearts we steadfastly incline
To build on them an Empire wise and strong.
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